Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Zapp,
AZ,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.